I might have to feed the dogs nuggets too.
We don’t keep kibble in the house because I lost my childhood dog to an intestinal blockage from bad kibble, and I will never risk my babies like that again.
Normally I’d make them chicken and rice, but I haven’t had time to cook stock or prep anything.
So yeah.
I might have to get over my kibble phobia tonight. Just another thing to add to the list.
My phone buzzes about ten minutes later.
Picked up the kids. Taking them to Darren’s.
I blink at the screen.
Of course.
Another message follows almost immediately.
You should come. Bronwyn is back.
“Sure,” I mutter sarcastically to myself.
Bronwyn, who didn’t even like me back when I was just Simone’s annoying friend.
I’m sure she’ll absolutely adore me now that I’m Simone’s brother-in-law’s cheating wife.
Because that’s what I am to Simone now. The title that apparently replaced “best friend.”
My friend disappeared somewhere between not answering my texts and pretending not to be home when I stopped by their house.
And I don’t get it.
Friends are supposed to support you when you mess up, not line up to judge you right along with everyone else.
Our friendship survived decades. I didn’t judge her when she dumped Darren after his accident. No, I let her vent, then I helped her get him back.
But sure, hide in plain sight when I come by. I’d been too hurt to even use my key.
I stare at the message thread, thumb hovering over the screen.
Part of me wants to ignore it out of spite.
Another part knows Logan inviting me is an olive branch I probably shouldn’t waste.
With a sigh, I type back.
I’ll try to make it.
Then I toss my phone into my bag and start gathering the rest of my work.
I could go to Darren’s, where the only people who’d actually be happy to see me are the boys and, oddly enough, Darren.
You’d think Logan’s brother would want to spit at me on the street after what I did, but he’s been shockingly mature about the whole thing.
So yeah. I could go there.
Or I could go home, spend some time with my furry babies, and make them dinner.
